When Will the Pain Stop

Wednesday spin class with Josh was a ride through hell. Josh's way of describing the class was, fun. I don't know what the boy does for fun, but it's way down on the Uncle Willie fun meter. My short description would be go as fast as you can till you can do it any longer and then add tension and go faster. And when you are a millie second from your heart bursting your done. Fun. For me it has been two days of really hard rides, with Evil and her glockenspiel motivated Batan death march like workout, followed by Josh 's ride thru hell. I am now resting and drinking lots of fluids. But do you know what I really am feeling is, that I am becoming *fit as a fiddle and you know how fit a fiddle is. Both of the rides were very good as usual, with very good music, even glockenspiel rock.

*Of course the 'fiddle' here is the colloquial name for violin. 'Fit' didn't originally mean healthy and energetic, in the sense it is often used nowadays to describe the inhabitants of gyms. When this phrase was coined 'fit' was used to mean 'suitable, seemly', in the way we now might say 'fit for purpose'.